It’s moving week.
I move every year. Don’t ask me why, it’s just a thing I do. A thing I’m use to. The one obvious proof I clearly have commitment issues. I have moved every year since 2011; that’s almost 10 years of moving and I’ve never renewed a lease. There’s too many other places and areas to discover! I don’t do well with staying in one place for too long.
You’d think with knowing this I’d be PRO at packing and unpacking right? Hell no. Not even close. I feel like every year I have even MORE stuff than the last time I had to pack/move. I guess now that I have a toddler that doesn’t really make anything better either. And even worse is we haven’t even started packing yet. I don’t know what is going on but I’m definitely disappointed in myself.
I spotted this quote on Pinterest. I love Pinterest for so many reasons. And if you’d like to follow me you can here.
Despite the controversy constantly circulating around Ye, we can agree on one thing. Homeboy gets things done. Despite the negativity surrounding him and Kim and the fact they have hella kids doesn’t stop them or derail them from their goals and I mean, that’s the kind of energy I need to manifest, foreal. I let any little comment about my character get to me and dictate who I think I am and that’s not right or fair to me and my energy. I let it control what I’m capable of doing because I let those comments sit in my soul when they have no business being anywhere near me.
And I know most of my MMM have been similar to this but hey, self reflection is a journey, right?
This week is going to suck. It’s going to be stressful and it’s going to absolutely test my limits. I haven’t really had to pack yet with a child who’s as curious as a cat and just thinking about it is making me want to cry lol. I love that she’s curious, I just wish she would know when to be curious and when mommy is busy.
This week I hope to manifest strength. Clarity and remembering to take deep breaths when I get overwhelmed. I’ve done this 9 times, I can do it again. I got this. No matter what my anxiety or OCD tell me, they should know better since they were there too.
In addition to that I also want to continue to work on manifesting self awareness and truth. I know who I am, and the people who have ANYTHING bad to say about me all don’t know me or never took the time to get to know me. I know I’m a good person who sees the good in others even when their vibes are giving me red flags, I know I’m kind and compassionate. I know I have the anger of a wildfire but I also know how to control it better now. I know bits of me are dark and broken but I love those parts of me just as much as I love the light in me. I know I’m a dope ass mother. My daughter absolutely adores me and I’ve never known love like the love she shows me every single day. And if she wants to literally spend all day with me all the time then I must be doing something right. I know I come from a long line of creatives and medical professionals, those are the people who I should be listening to and no one else. I know tradition and the need to constantly create run through my veins and the people who truly know me know that.
So; here’s to new beginnings. New discoveries. New rituals.
I can manifest whatever I want.